So far my hospitality posts (and now that I think about it, my hospitality itself) have exclusively covered one-on-one, extended visits. But about a year ago, I invited a group of friends to my then-new apartment for some conversation, over/undercooked food, and enough booze to erase all of it. I thought they'd forget. They didn't! After several postponements, the time has finally come. The time...for a dinner party.
My love for Amy Sedaris began with the cult series Strangers with Candy and was recently revived by her often disgusting, surprisingly useful party guide I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence. My appreciation of this lady is shared by...
Eight in number, fabulous in nature. A ragtag team I met when I first came to Los Angeles, and part of the reason I decided to keep coming back. Here are three of them. They deserve a fine meal, no?
Aggressively middle-America, with a touch of spice to distract from the poor preparation. Chili fried chicken, Grandma Van Luchene's potato salad, and jalapeño cornbread.
Can I manage? Who cares, because there's always...
I found this on some old codger's dinky website, but 1) it looks pretty, inexpensive and refreshing, 2) I love to muddle, and 3) old people really, really know their drinks.